The comments poured down like a machine gun, endless, and all of them praised Vivian Morgan.
Cynthia Morgan was so angry, she felt like her lungs were about to cough out.
"Ah! When did Vivian Morgan learn to dance?"
"Don't be upset, if this doesn't work, we can host something else. One day, you'll be better than her."
The assistant comforted her.
Cynthia Morgan said fiercely, "What do you mean by saying one day I'll be better than her, I'm already better than her. Are you implying I'm much worse than her? Huh? Is that what you mean?"
She was near the brink of collapse, pushing and shoving the assistant, her face twisted in rage.
White had only come out to sneak some food but didn't expect to witness such a terrifying scene. It was horrifying!
Better slip away quietly!
...
In the room.
Gabriel Moore hugged Vivian Morgan tightly, not letting her move an inch.
